the damsel and the devil

"Will you be mine, pretty damsel?", the devil asked.

"Oh, but you are the devil", the damsel sighed, " how can you be capable of love?"

"I would rather not be who I am, pretty damsel" the devil choked. "I do not savor what I do. But it has to be done and it is mine to do. I wish it were otherwise, but the die has been cast. I am who I am and I do what I do. "

"But your sharp horns will hurt me devil, and the fires around you will scorch me. The cold in your home will break my fragile heart."

" Oh, but if you only knew pretty damsel. These fires are the fires that burn my heart, my soul. The horns are the atonement I will carry to my grave. I may be ugly as a beast dear damsel, but my cold heart too aches and grieves and yearns and pains. "